“Her modest look a cottage might adorn,
Sweet as a primrose peeps beneath a thorn.”

“Nature has formed noble women in her time.”

“And still they gazed and still the wonder grew,
That one small head could carry all he knew.”

“And still I am a child, tho’ I be old.”

“Man for his glory to history flies
While woman’s bright story is told in her eyes.”

“Oh, I am shy, they often miss me.”